I’m in that silent void today.

Grew up being taught to always

Pay attention to the words,

Even in disagreement,

Listening meant to be informed

Of all sides of the balance.

We try to ride the pendulum

That shifting fear, not an anomaly,

But rather a quiet reality,

Loud in its threatening manner.

Oh to loathe the frightening exterior

Designed only to intimidate.

We live together in an ever

Evolving state of mind.

We’ll battle forward in our silent

Revelry to overcome an outlandish

Manner of livelihood speaks confusion.